Masturbation

Three days later, he got to the club early. She arrived last, closed the door, and the click of that latch was the only sign they needed.

I woke up with the sheets damp from the dream I’d had. I touched myself before getting out of bed. And the whole day was the same: my body with its own agenda.

I didn’t clean them off. I left the hotel with his cum between my toes and walked the whole city like that, feeling that I was his with every step.

The first time I saw him, I knew he was a mistake. A mistake I spent three years avoiding, until the night he knocked on my door at two in the morning.

No one spoke about what happened that week. It wasn’t necessary. The three of us knew something between us had changed forever.

When I saw the masseur come into the oil room naked, I knew this was no ordinary anniversary gift. And I was right.

The gas was almost invisible, but its effects were not. In seconds, the uniform stopped being armor and became something that burned the skin from the inside.

When Aurelia took off her dress in front of my camera, I knew that photo shoot wasn’t going to end like the others.

I walked to school feeling Ramiro’s semen between my legs. The day had barely begun.

I’d gone months without opening the hidden folder on my phone. That night, insomnia and desire decided for me.

I got up to get water and the hallway was silent. Then I saw the strip of light under their door and heard sounds that shouldn’t have been there.

Marcos had the body I had at his age. That night, with everyone asleep, I knew something more than heat was keeping us apart in that narrow bed.